There was once a time, when music lied within these lines. When two walked as two and thought as less. When dreams of lovers foretold the inevitable.  But alas, how times have darkened these rhymes and demons now dance to our song.  But fear not, as these lines shall cast away what should have never been.

I'll recall no stranger day than this drenched in the dreariness of may

When thoughts fruitless, thus familiar led me astray.   

when the summer's dew possess'd a latch no free mind could deny;

together as one, myself and lover lied.

There a heart, pure as a zephyr cast about the trees

 invoked pangs of lust and fantasy.

Her stare steeped in passion, earthborn; and tamed by the wild  

Beauty i'd known before this visual carress, now i dine in loveliness.  

Guide me maiden, from this shadowed grove?

so i may feast upon your grace

 until horror and disgust adorn that timeless face. 

Engorged and smitten as i lay, a smile and hope destined'ly remained

Incited by the strange, drawn as a wave towr'd a heavenly crescent

Parted from the grove, now grumbling with a once-gospel like message

muted by ears doused in forget. Front to the stars had alighted my senses;

  gilding the moment of mulberries redenned by her presence.

 To my Dearest Tricia.  Alive in this gilded frame is the bliss of the uncommon and the roots of myth......braided in life, tied by death. 

Imagine me!  a self proclaimed guru off the ill-conceived.  An evolved clairvoyant, and never a charlatan.  The cards are on the table, and the back of yours scream "victory to me!", so fold now! For what you hold from me to see is unable to free you from I deem it to be.  After all, look at my previously stated credentials.  

I'm sickened by your disinterest in me, thus you shall feel vengeance exacted oh so poetically. Judgement will pass, slander scattered ubuiquitously, surely then you feel the pain that wrought this lack of creativity. 

But what is this? What if i am not the lion i portray to be?  What if truth and words are told as one, what if this ever perceptive eye peered deep inside my soul?  Crash to ashes this world of mine, if i were to find--that the only devil in this mix is this all perceiving mind. 

 Humans are a mosaic of emotion, motivation, intent, and action.

I write these lines to address the possibility that a person could ever truly know another based on observation alone.  Although humans are historically and habitually defined by actions, their motivations are often known to nought.  Motivations are often attempted to be discerned in attempt to better understand individuals in order to predict and understand their behavior, but are often subjected to a penetrating bias and the preconceived notions of the discerner based on actions that previously "defined" another.  It is emotion leading to motivations, leading to action, and it is these actions that are judged, and that judgement is what we use to define that person.  Thus the judgee is labeled based upon the emotional and motivational mosaic foundation of another.  This literally leads to an infite set of judgements with none more correct than the previous. I cannot help but to write the lines to aid in dispeling the myth that the random can actually be ordered and interpreted in the mind of the discerner.  Moreover, it reflects my deep appreciation of those uable to deal with their own inadequecies that must use the perceived shortcomings of another to manifest the disappointment in themselves.  And of course to those that feel other's lives are worth interpreting because they believe they're perceived accuracy will be appreciated and acknowledged by their peers, thus validating the discerner's intent in pursing something so utterly invalid.